Fiction. The reader plugs herself into the death drive dream of SHE WHO IS ALIVE for a glide through the residual terror of the white part of the twentieth century. Imaginary. She asks herself along the way the disturbing question, 'Why do I love every minute of it?' Harris's novel is a thriller and a theory of a thriller, or of what thrills - subtle, elegant, ghostly writing -- Carla Harryman.